In 2006, I learned I was pregnant.
On January 25th of 2007, my world was flipped upside down. At 20 weeks I had my first ultrasound. We learned we were having a little girl. We also learned she had Anencephaly, a terminal disease which caused her to be missing the majority of her brain. She would not live long after birth, but might not even make it that far.
My heart broke.
What a day.
We don't have a big party or remind our friends.
The day goes on like any other day, but we remember.
We visit the Memorial Gardens where she is buried.
We talk about the day she was born...
...how Amy brought us ice cream in the hospital the night before.
...how we played the Wii in our hospital room and some of the nurses played too.
...how we didn't know what to expect.
...how we hoped she would be born alive.
...how our doctor took my rockstar husband out to eat while we were waiting.
...how she looked when we met her.
...how beautiful she was.
...how she fought real hard to be born with her heart still beating.
...how much our hearts overflowed with love the second we saw her.
...how much we miss her.
I remember Amy weeping when Lyla was born.
She lost a child too.
And so every year we remember each other's little one's birthdays.
And this year, she gave us Sunflowers.
I like them even more now.
I miss you, Lyla.
Happy birthday, beautiful girl.